Soul of Negary Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: Vol2 Ch89: Worship of Impurity
「 Traitor of the Dragon race, was it you who led me here? 」the Divine race Negary, also known as Shennai[1], landed on the ground, his dark blue eyes stared closely at Negary, the Divine race’s naturally giant body allowed him to tower over Negary .
〖 Weren’t you the real traitors? 〗Negary casually replied, his gaze observed this member of the Divine race in interest . Noah and Lan Shan had retreated a considerable distance, while Killer J had already vanished without a trace .
The ‘authority’ this entity used to wield in the Flame world was omens and diseases, so his abilities had a relation with germs, but not much . Strictly speaking, his previous Divine authority should be ‘the hated’
People hated ugliness, so that was reflected on Shennai’s body as his ugly face; people hated diseases, so that was reflected on his body as his putrid black aura capable of rousing the plague; people hated the crows who brought news of death, so the crows became his messengers .
Most of what the Cauchy people of the Flame world hated would be more or less attributed to Shennai .
Comparatively, even the Goddess of bad luck Menus was better received compared to Shennai, as Shennai was the embodiment of the concept of ‘being hated’ itself . Omens and diseases were only his most prominent characteristics, there were others characteristics like gloominess and filthiness as well .
「 I am loyal to the Godfather even as I burn . The path of the burning flames had never been restricted in a single world! 」Shennai replied, he understood that Negary was referring to the betrayal of the Flame world, but he wasn’t angered by Negary’s words .
「 You surely didn’t lead me here only to say such meaningless words, did you? 」Shennai raised his hand, the black aura circulated on it as he spoke: 「 By capturing you, the world defensive network that you created would also collapse . So struggle, mortal! 」
At some point, shackles that carried a black aura had manifested where Negary was standing, surrounding Negary from all directions .
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These black aura shackles carried the sound of buzzing flies and an ominous aura, if one were to be caught in these shackles, the aura of diseases would follow the shackles into one’s body; although, rather than diseases, it would be more accurate to call it a curse .
Those inflicted by the aura of diseases would suffer from negative effects like feeling weak, pain, fatigue, dizziness, and overall corruption .
From the very moment that Shennai appeared, he first used words to stall for time while secretly preparing these aura shackles for an ambush, completely ignoring his status as a Divine race . As soon as his preparations were completely, he instantly sprang them into action .
〖 How decent…〗Negary’s Disasforce erupted, accurately striking each of the shackles around him to break them . At the same time, the ground below Shennai also broke apart as several jet-black tentacles rose up from below to grab him .
The two of them had the same thing in mind, while they first tried to talk, it was actually for the sake of stalling for time; it really must be said, other than just their names, the two of them had quite a bit more in common .
Shennai’s black aura swirled and started to spread into his surroundings like ink that had dripped into water . As the black tentacles came into contact with the black mist-like aura, they started to sizzle as a yellow and green liquid dripped down from them .
The two crows on Shennai’s shoulders took flight and spread their wings wide, their bodies rapidly became larger as they uttered a loud strange cry, this sound felt almost like it had a hypnotic effect, causing those listening to feel unable to concentrate, unable to help themselves from savoring the sound of this cry .
As the two large crows approached Negary, their talons were aimed straight at him, the surface of which drifted with Shennai’s ominous aura .
The black aura around Shennai’s body continued to swirl as he wielded his staff, using the ancient language of the Divine race, he began to chant a strange poem:
「 Life is born from the ashes; their remains turn into filth 」
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「 Flies and maggots are born from filth; their remains used to nurture crops 」
「 Food is born from crops; their remains become the hotbed」
「 Diseases are born from hotbed; the withered thus burned to ashes 」
「 As far as the eyes can see, all things are impure 」
「 I am the ashes, I am the filth, I am the crop, I am the hotbed, and I am the impurity 」
「 I bring about life, I bring about flies and maggots, I bring about food, I bring about diseases 」
「 He who worships me, only impurity is eternal 」
「 The marks of filth are the armors that I granted you, the stench is a smell originating from the soul, the rotting is a process to becoming eternal 」
「 Spirits of the impure, bring it all, pull it all down into the dim mire 」
Shennai’s poem was extremely eerie, as he recited it, the ground had begun to manifest large patches of yellow-green bubbling puke, where something seemed to be wiggling, writhing inside .
Some white insects with half-transparent bodies quickly appeared from inside the vomit, each of them had a pair of transparent wings .
If one took a closer look, they would notice that the bodies of these insects contained a phantom silhouette of a human, who were completely encased within mucus membranes inside the insects . Occasionally, the insects would even swallow some of the yellow-green vomit, causing the visible portion inside their bodies to appear even more nauseating .
This was Shennai’s [Origin] ability: [Worship of Impurity]
Some bards, artists, or authors with naturally potent spirit vision might even receive inspiration of the ‘impurity’ from his recitation, from which point on they would refuse to clean themselves, dance with the filthy, and make friends with maggots .
They would eventually become filthier and filthier, exuding indescribably rancid smells, until finally their bodies would gradually rot away . At the end, when they had become completely rotten, they would become a part of impurity itself, the so-called spirits of the impure, and obtain eternal life .
The masses of vomit quickly grew larger and larger until it completely filled the surrounding grounds .
Negary softly chanted the ‘cioul’ [Dracotongue] and took flight, the ground itself seemed to have turned into a yellow-green muddy swamp where countless insects crawled and swam . A large number of insects gathered together and formed a moving mountain of insects .
The yellow-green mucus became a sort of adhesive that allowed them to stick together . This mountain of insects stretched their writhing appendages unceasingly, followed by the unified flapping of their wings that unscientifically allowed them to take flight as well . Or rather, the fact that they were able to flap their wings while being stuck together with mucus in the first place was already unscientific .
Shennai stood still in the middle of the muddy swamp, still wielding his staff and reciting his chants, causing the black aura around him to become thicker and thicker .
While circling in the sky, Negary frowned, he could feel that his [Otherworld Invasion] Authority was being obstructed within this muddy area .
It was different from Negary’s ‘error’ property, as this entire area of filth and impurity seemed to have dirtied the Authority, causing it to lose its effect .
Sure enough, even in the same environment, there would always be a difference between elites and common soldiers .
While they were both entities at the third stage of release, the difference in strength between Shennai and the dragon Idain was like heaven and earth . Although Idain was suppressed by Negary’s [Otherworld Invasion] Authority and couldn’t exert his full power, Shennai was currently able to turn a foreign environment into his home field .
Perhaps there were elites within the Dragon race as well, but quite obviously Idain wasn’t one of them .
Observing the monstrous mountain of insects approaching him, Negary put his hand forward, his [Dragon’s Pressure] surged forward to fill the area, harmonized it into the appropriate rhythm and activated his newly-learnt Dracotongue Magic .
〖 Jliost! 〗
[1] The pinyin for Negary’s name is “Nai Ge Li”, and the pinyin for God is “Shen”, so God Negary = Shen Nai = Shennai
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